Our first afternoon in Athens was filled with the usual touristy stuff: “Oh, look, there’s the Acropolis!” “Hey, the Parthenon!” “Wow, the Acropolis again!” And, frankly, the view from dinner over the ancient Greek citadel at sunset was as fine as one could ever hope to see.
The following morning, we opted for something a little less conventional – a guided Food Tour of the city, wandering on foot in a small group through back streets and markets, tasting all sorts of local delicacies.
Tomorrow, I’d like to do the Spanking Tour, please. First to the local leather market, where the craftsmen would make any item to order. Photographs of old implements would be available for clients to peruse; replicas would quickly be produced to the highest standard.
Then down a narrow alley filled with makers of school canes – each competing on quality and price. A pause for coffee next to the ruins of a market – accompanied by a lecture on the whippings administered to slave girls in Ancient Greece. A stop in a school uniform shop; a call into the city’s girls’ reformatory to witness the daily punishments; concluding in a local dungeon.
The national museum would be the final stop: observe how the girl in that statue has stripes across her marble buttocks; witness the flogging taking place in that frieze. And, of course, don’t forget to purchase the reproduction – but incredibly effective – ancient Greek whip as you exit through the gift shop…
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